Neverwinter Forest lxxv. put your toes down in the water

Fjall squeaked as the familiar brush of his mother’s tongue caressed his spine, then clumsily plowed into the plush fur at her neck as a means to get closer. Sticking to her like a magnet, the pup sniffed eagerly towards her muzzle, curious to know if she had something “meatier” for him than milk, but he was just as interested in the sounds she made. 

Ah! he responded. Ahhmmm. Close enough. He started to rock forward and backward on his feet, his movements coinciding with forcing out the syllables he found easiest to repeat. Mmmmhh! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah… And he went on grunting like that until she spoke again.